TheFlyingScotsman

We Will Be Best Friends Forever, Won't We? (MxF)

(Your Character) and (My Character, Matthew) have been the best of friends since they were children, growing up next door to one another. They've gone through thick and thin together, providing a shoulder to cry on, to provide words of comfort, or simply a reassuring smile.

Of course, they have hundreds of positive memories too, and plan to create hundreds more together.

At least, that's what they planned on doing..

At the age of 17, the two are to be parted suddenly, after a series of events leads to (Your Character) moving to another town, hundreds of miles away, with only a fortnights notice. As such, they make this last fortnight together the best they possibly can, in order to have many more good memories to hold dear to thier hearts.

Matthew has always been a sickly person, and the sudden departure of (Y/C) seems to only make it worse, as if he's stopped fighting the inevitable.

2 years pass, and he ends up being transferred to a specialist unit, in the local hospital in (Your Character)'s town.

The two are put back into touch, and the more she's around, the better he seems to be getting.

But will this last? Or will she loose her best friend?

Plots!

Bump.

Cheer up, Charlie

Charlie Harrison (Pre-Transition)/ Charlotte Harrison (Post-transition/To his friends)

http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/48e2931364120672e5cfbd0c3155d7f41303734993_full.png

Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.

Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.)

I feel like she will fit into any college/high school role-play that people have a plot but need a partner for, BUT she will fit into any Slice Of Life, school based or not. However, I can also form a plot with my partner. Unfortunately, I do NOT have anything much plot wise at the moment, unless you deem the last few lines of her bio/personality as a plot bunny, or even want to use the writing sample (Below) to start one off. I am NOT seeking mature plots, sorry.

Charlotte stood by the vending machine, pondering for a moment, lost in thought. After a moment or so, she dug a few coins out of her pocket and pushed them into the machine, pressing a few buttons and letting her choice fall down, grabbing the water bottle after it landed. Smiling to herself, she unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig of the icy liquid, letting it run down her throat, soothing the dryness forming from the nerves she felt. Turning around, she made her way to her locker, grabbing a few books, ensuring her personal notebook was included in the pile, hoping she got the chance to spend a few moments collecting her thoughts or the chance to work on some creative writing.

"Who are you?" A voice spoke out, causing Charlotte to jump suddenly where she stood. Shutting the locker, she turned out, eyes meeting the taller girl's as she gazed upon her. "I'm talking to you, you need to answer me NOW!" She demanded, stomping her foot on the ground in a childish manner. Inwardly, Charlotte wanted to laugh at the other girl's actions, put in mind of a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, she kept the giggles buried, opting to give a friendly smile instead.

"My name is Charlotte. I'm new.. obviously. And your name is?" Charlotte offered a way to try and seem friendly, though to be left alone would have suited her just fine at that moment in time. Not that she was anti-social, she just wanted to get to lesson on time.

"I'm Felicity. Now, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can be who you are SUPPOSED to be, or keep up the act you have." The taller girl spoke in a dangerous tone, and the implications struck Charlotte like a runaway freight train, but she knew the best option was to remain calm at that moment in time.

"I don't have a clue what you mean. I'm not hiding anything from anybody. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less." Charlotte felt her wall quaver under the imposing glare, and the next sentence sent chills through her spine.

"I know you are a boy. I have connections in other towns, and this town is small, my dear. Be careful, or this secret might get out." Felicity purred, smirking coldly at her.

"Oh, piss off you overgrown Barbie doll." Charlotte snapped, mentally kicking herself as the girl clicked her fingers, two of her "friends" appearing by her side, one making a motion to punch Charlotte, which the girl dodged, only to be hit in the gut by the other female, the two attackers flanking Felicity once more.

Death Was So Damn Close..

Bump.

Accents In Roleplays.

Since this gets on my tits, (and on other's. Unless they don't have any, then I guess it's a ballache) here is a list of british accents:

http://dialectblog.com/british-accents/

Please note that there is not "British" accent, like people seem to think there is. The stereotypical accent used is "Received Pronunciation", which is generally what you'll hear associated with England in films, T.V and audiobooks.

There are also posts and pages on various accents around the world.
PLEASE, PLEASE, do your research first.

Just my personal annoyance, but..

What do people think of writing out and giving accents to characters in a RP. Is it a good idea or not? Does it add a more unique spin to the character?

Death Was So Damn Close..

"See you next week, Sir." Charlie raised his hand to his boss as he left the local store, glancing up at the moon in the night sky. He didn't usually do the late shift, but he'd been offered 50% more pay for doing it, so...

Smiling, the brunette began walking down the street back home, hands in his pocket and his hoodie pulled tight as the snow crunched under his walking boots. He could hear footsteps behind him, but thought nothing of it... Untill the steps grew faster, louder...

Yelling out as a hand enclosed around his mouth, and and arm around his middle, Charlie struggled to try and free himself as he was dragged into the alleyway, shoved against the wall by the guy who'd jumped him.

Glancing up at his attacker, Charlie's eyes took in every detail he could see, from his wild brown eyes, to his greasy pale skin and dirty blonde hair and thin form, dressed in rags. The guy began to rant and scream at him, his speech unintelligible and coming out in an uninterrupted stream. Without warning, he raised a gun and took aim at Charlie.

BANG!

Time seemed to be moving at a snail's pace for Charlie, the snow falling upon his thin form as he lay on the cold, wet ground of the alleyway, bleeding out onto the ground. The pain of the bullet embedded in his spine was all he could focus upon, mouth moving soundlessly as his lifeblood slowly ebbed out of him, mingling with the snow and his vomit. All he wanted was his best friend by his side, needing to see her, talk to her, feel reassured..

(So.. We can do a friendship or sibling roleplay based around our characters, and how they cope with his injuries and the aftereffects of the shooting.

Your character can have any past, any personality, anything you wish. We can discuss the plot and the like together.)

Name: Charlie Harrison (Pre-Transition)/ Charlotte Harrison (Post-transition/To his friends)
http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/48e2931364120672e5cfbd0c3155d7f41303734993_full.png (Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.)
Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.

Plots!

Bump.

Will we pull through?

The glint of bright blue paint as the sun reflected off the paint of the locomotive rumbling over the stone bridge, the clattering of coaches, and the gentle "Trickety-Trock Trickety-Tock" of wheels on rail joints, mingling in with the sounds of a diesel engine roaring created the ideal scene for anybody who was a rail enthusiast. It was picture perfect, and it seemed that nothing could go wrong..

But it did. The screech of brakes, and the blasting of an air horn filled the air as the train lurched and skidded along the tracks, before a loud sound, somewhere between a bang and a clatter erupted from nowhere as the engine ploughed off the bridge, and tumbled downwards into the river below, coaches telescoping behind it and crushing one another, if they didn't end up in the water, or on the bank edge.

CRASH! Drip. Drip. Drip. The acrid smell of burning fuel filled the air, along with the thick, choking black smoke arising from the mangled, torn up locomotive, resting with her front bogie in the river bank, bricks and rubbles showering down on the thick, metal casing of the rail bound stallion.

Drip…Drip…WOOSH! The diesel fuel ignited with a loud whoosh and a hiss, cracking away, spitting embers into the air. “Help! HELP!” A scream came from within the second coach, the only noise in that carriage. The rest of the occupants, deathly silent. “Please! PLEASE!” The flames drew closer by the second, and the smoke started to enter his lungs. Swallowing, he pulls himself free from his trap, a crack sounding out. Tumbling from the door, he landed hard on his back, a weak, feeble “No…” escaping his lips as he blacked out, spinal cord broken, legs unable to be felt..

"Rail Tour off the line at Blondin Bridge! Locomotive and 11 carriages, numerous passengers aboard. Death and injury toll believed to be high." The foreman shouted as he and the men ran towards the Breakdown Train, scrambling aboard as fast as possible in order to reach the accident site in double quick time. With a blast of it's horn and a roar of the engine, the locomotive at the head of the railway's emergency response train rumbled away.

Brriinng! The bells at a local fire station rang out, the crews hurrying down the stairs and poles into the appliance bay, as one of the crew ran to the watch room to retrieve the job information from control.

"Railway accident at Blondin Bridge. Shadbrook and Nothan appliences already in attendance. Both!"

The firecrews leapt aboard the appliences, pulling away from the station with the wailing of sirens, screeching of tires and a general air of rush and commotion as they made their way to the accident.

Will we pull through?

If you're interested, this details Breakdown work: http://www.bdca.org.uk/stories.html

Solidarity In Silence

Bump.